Submissions by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet. Dreamer. Hopeless Romantic. Music Lover. Avid Reader. Writer. Mother. Storyteller. Neurotic.
SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2012 1:48pm
1st May 2012 1:48pm
Just A Brown Eyed Girl (Pint-Sized Poem # 27)
Brown eyes.
Wise eyes.
Eyes that see...
People as they truely are,
or as they choose to be.
Brown eyes.
Loving eyes.
Warm eyes.
Caring eyes.
Eyes that will cry for someone,
even if that person tells nothing but lies.
Brown eyes.
Shining eyes.
Glowing gold in sunlight.
Brown eyes.
Hazel eyes.
Gold eyes.
Make up your mind?
Brown eyes.
Sad eyes.
Dark eyes.
Lone eyes.
Stolen eyes.
Broken eyes.
Eyes that see.
Eyes that spy.
Eyes that cheat.
Eyes that cry.
...
Wise eyes.
Eyes that see...
People as they truely are,
or as they choose to be.
Brown eyes.
Loving eyes.
Warm eyes.
Caring eyes.
Eyes that will cry for someone,
even if that person tells nothing but lies.
Brown eyes.
Shining eyes.
Glowing gold in sunlight.
Brown eyes.
Hazel eyes.
Gold eyes.
Make up your mind?
Brown eyes.
Sad eyes.
Dark eyes.
Lone eyes.
Stolen eyes.
Broken eyes.
Eyes that see.
Eyes that spy.
Eyes that cheat.
Eyes that cry.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2012 4:26am
1st May 2012 4:26am
We All Fall Down (Pint-Sized Poem #24)
I made a mistake.
Her name isn't important.
Nor is his name.
Or those friends that were only friendly when it suited them.
And not when I actually needed friends.
But they...
Ah yes, they were my mistakes.
The friend that ditched me.
The boy who broke me.
The girl that sewed me up just to rip me apart.
And the friend that I lost without lifting a finger.
I wanted to blame myself.
Then I decided to blame them.
But now, yes now I know the truth.
There was no faults.
No blame.
No guilt.
Just me....
Her name isn't important.
Nor is his name.
Or those friends that were only friendly when it suited them.
And not when I actually needed friends.
But they...
Ah yes, they were my mistakes.
The friend that ditched me.
The boy who broke me.
The girl that sewed me up just to rip me apart.
And the friend that I lost without lifting a finger.
I wanted to blame myself.
Then I decided to blame them.
But now, yes now I know the truth.
There was no faults.
No blame.
No guilt.
Just me....
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 4:59am
30th Apr 2012 4:59am
Blocked (A Deleted Friendship. . .?)
Hey.... Yeah you?
Remember me?
Your friend... The one that you would come to with your problems.
The one that you allowed to stay at your house.
Remember me?
I tried talking to you at the dance.
I texted you earlier that day...
Why the sudden change?
Why the sudden hatred towards me?
Did I do something wrong?
What happen to trust...?
What happen to loyalty?
What happen to our friendship?
I stop going to school and you stop talking to me?
Did you know that I was forced...
Remember me?
Your friend... The one that you would come to with your problems.
The one that you allowed to stay at your house.
Remember me?
I tried talking to you at the dance.
I texted you earlier that day...
Why the sudden change?
Why the sudden hatred towards me?
Did I do something wrong?
What happen to trust...?
What happen to loyalty?
What happen to our friendship?
I stop going to school and you stop talking to me?
Did you know that I was forced...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2012 4:54am
28th Apr 2012 4:54am
Prom Night (The First Dance)
Music blaring...
Hearts beating...
Smiles beaming...
It was like I was someone else,
standing on the dance floor moving my hips.
A corsage with two rose on my left wrist.
The promise ring that he gave me on my right hand.
I never liked dancing in public.
Mostly because I felt like a fool in front of so many people.
So many gallant faces ready to judge me at the drop of a pin.
But surrounded by friends, and the love of my life.
I felt alive I felt full.
My heart was fluttering and my mind was racing.
Too much magic...
Too much love......
Hearts beating...
Smiles beaming...
It was like I was someone else,
standing on the dance floor moving my hips.
A corsage with two rose on my left wrist.
The promise ring that he gave me on my right hand.
I never liked dancing in public.
Mostly because I felt like a fool in front of so many people.
So many gallant faces ready to judge me at the drop of a pin.
But surrounded by friends, and the love of my life.
I felt alive I felt full.
My heart was fluttering and my mind was racing.
Too much magic...
Too much love......
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Apr 2012 1:41am
25th Apr 2012 1:41am
The All-True Confessions of an Evicted Homeless Girl
Evicted. . .
Homeless. . .
I never once thought that these words,
would be said to describe me.
No-- Not once... In my entire life.
Seventeen years I lived believing
that I would always have a place--
To live.
To breathe.
To belong.
To sleep.
Never once did I lay awake thinking that
the next morning,
or the next week...
I wouldn't be in my bed.
In my room.
In my house.
Wouldn't be able to use my bathroom.
Or take a shower in my tub.
Hang my clothes in my closet.
Sit at the kitchen table ...
Homeless. . .
I never once thought that these words,
would be said to describe me.
No-- Not once... In my entire life.
Seventeen years I lived believing
that I would always have a place--
To live.
To breathe.
To belong.
To sleep.
Never once did I lay awake thinking that
the next morning,
or the next week...
I wouldn't be in my bed.
In my room.
In my house.
Wouldn't be able to use my bathroom.
Or take a shower in my tub.
Hang my clothes in my closet.
Sit at the kitchen table ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Apr 2012 4:20am
11th Apr 2012 4:20am
Mean (Pint-Sized Poem #23)
I love you.
You know that?
Of course you do.
It's just that sometimes...
My love.
My penguin.
Sometimes, you just forget who I am.
You forget the way you're suppose to treat me.
Talk to me.
Act around me.
I never will ask you to change.
Because I know who the real you is (at least I hope I do).
It's just sometimes, the facade.
The shell that you put up in public,
your deadly sin that follows you around
like a dark cloud over your head.
Your pride.
And yes...
You know that?
Of course you do.
It's just that sometimes...
My love.
My penguin.
Sometimes, you just forget who I am.
You forget the way you're suppose to treat me.
Talk to me.
Act around me.
I never will ask you to change.
Because I know who the real you is (at least I hope I do).
It's just sometimes, the facade.
The shell that you put up in public,
your deadly sin that follows you around
like a dark cloud over your head.
Your pride.
And yes...
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STORY POEM
Published
10th Apr 2012 8:01am
10th Apr 2012 8:01am
Pandora's Box
A beautiful box placed in front of me.
And I, not told what lies within the inside.
But I am told that I cannot open it.
Open it and find it's secrets.
Maybe I can just look inside, just one little peek.
No-- I cannot.
Something bad might happen. . .
But why would they give it to me, if something bad were to happen?
I'll just peek inside.
Just one littl tiny peek.
Nothing should happen.
Right?
Undoing the latch, I look left and right-- No one around to see.
And I open the lid, looking inside but there is nothing to see.
And I lose my...
And I, not told what lies within the inside.
But I am told that I cannot open it.
Open it and find it's secrets.
Maybe I can just look inside, just one little peek.
No-- I cannot.
Something bad might happen. . .
But why would they give it to me, if something bad were to happen?
I'll just peek inside.
Just one littl tiny peek.
Nothing should happen.
Right?
Undoing the latch, I look left and right-- No one around to see.
And I open the lid, looking inside but there is nothing to see.
And I lose my...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2012 11:33pm
3rd Apr 2012 11:33pm
Piece by Piece (Pint-Sized Poem #22)
Piece by piece I'm letting you go.
The figments.
The lies
The stories you told.
Not holding onto one single strand.
Unraveling your mask like a spool of thread.
So do not think I'm holding on because there's nothing stable to grasp.
Everything you said, did and told me was a lie.
So I'm letting you go from the very first lie.
To the last one you told.
Breaking. . .
Leaving. . .
Moving on. . .
Not until every piece of you is gone.
The figments.
The lies
The stories you told.
Not holding onto one single strand.
Unraveling your mask like a spool of thread.
So do not think I'm holding on because there's nothing stable to grasp.
Everything you said, did and told me was a lie.
So I'm letting you go from the very first lie.
To the last one you told.
Breaking. . .
Leaving. . .
Moving on. . .
Not until every piece of you is gone.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Apr 2012 3:05pm
3rd Apr 2012 3:05pm
The Truth about the Lies: Annie Lemay
Once upon a time there was a girl.
Her name was Annie Lemay.
She had a brain tumor.
But she gave up too soon.
Leaving her family and friends behind.
She killed herself.
I felt so bad.
To hear that my friend had lost someone so dear to her.
I watched her cry.
Listen to songs in her memory.
Tell me stories about this funny and witty girl that I never met.
I even got a letter from Annie.
But my friend had to rewrite it, because Annie wrote it in pencial.
It was too light for me to see.
I thought that was odd but I didn't say anything.
I...
Her name was Annie Lemay.
She had a brain tumor.
But she gave up too soon.
Leaving her family and friends behind.
She killed herself.
I felt so bad.
To hear that my friend had lost someone so dear to her.
I watched her cry.
Listen to songs in her memory.
Tell me stories about this funny and witty girl that I never met.
I even got a letter from Annie.
But my friend had to rewrite it, because Annie wrote it in pencial.
It was too light for me to see.
I thought that was odd but I didn't say anything.
I...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2012 4:34am
3rd Apr 2012 4:34am
Just A Taste Of Medicine (Day 61)
It's been two months today.
Since I haven't raised the razor to my flesh.
Though I have been tempted.
By the names people call me.
People that don't know me blaming me.
Calling me a cheater.
Saying that it's okay to lie, but not to cheat.
Because I have no idea what she's talking about.
I didn't cheat, I fell in love.
And I got help for my problems.
Without checking into a mental hospital.
My medicine isn't lying.
Or pretending to be insane.
My medicine isn't making people feel bad for me.
Asking for their pity.
Or...
Since I haven't raised the razor to my flesh.
Though I have been tempted.
By the names people call me.
People that don't know me blaming me.
Calling me a cheater.
Saying that it's okay to lie, but not to cheat.
Because I have no idea what she's talking about.
I didn't cheat, I fell in love.
And I got help for my problems.
Without checking into a mental hospital.
My medicine isn't lying.
Or pretending to be insane.
My medicine isn't making people feel bad for me.
Asking for their pity.
Or...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Apr 2012 8:41pm
1st Apr 2012 8:41pm
No More (Let Her Leave My Heart & Mind)
Please...
Let me forget about the past.
Do not remind me about all the things that she did wrong.
All the things that you hated about her.
I understand...
You hated her.
You hated what she did to me.
You like him.
You like who he brings out in me.
I want to move on.
Not remember the pain.
The darkness.
The anger.
The sorrow.
The pain.
I want to move on with my life.
I want to forget her.
So please, please, please.
Mother.
Mommy.
Mom.
Woman who raised me.
Who cared for me and gave me everything.
Just...
Let me forget about the past.
Do not remind me about all the things that she did wrong.
All the things that you hated about her.
I understand...
You hated her.
You hated what she did to me.
You like him.
You like who he brings out in me.
I want to move on.
Not remember the pain.
The darkness.
The anger.
The sorrow.
The pain.
I want to move on with my life.
I want to forget her.
So please, please, please.
Mother.
Mommy.
Mom.
Woman who raised me.
Who cared for me and gave me everything.
Just...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2012 12:21pm
29th Mar 2012 12:21pm
Star-Crossed
I was going to be with another.
Fall behind her in every step to be taken.
I wasn't looking for love.
For I thought that it was found.
I only gazed out my bedroom window,
not dreaming of something better.
But knowing that better things were yet to come.
I didn't think that you could fall in love when you were already in love.
At least until I met him.
It was a friendship.
Harmless in the beginning, I'm assuming that you all know the tale.
But now at least I assume that you would.
How I tried, tried, tried and tried. ...
Fall behind her in every step to be taken.
I wasn't looking for love.
For I thought that it was found.
I only gazed out my bedroom window,
not dreaming of something better.
But knowing that better things were yet to come.
I didn't think that you could fall in love when you were already in love.
At least until I met him.
It was a friendship.
Harmless in the beginning, I'm assuming that you all know the tale.
But now at least I assume that you would.
How I tried, tried, tried and tried. ...
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